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As the night shivered and the wind wailed, the moon glistened, enchanting you. You can't go back to the park, not when you watched the news over and over again everyday seeing as children, adults and even one of your male friend who was really, your only comfort going missing, some were announced dead and some were unknown. But you always went there! To sit on the swing, hear the geese that flew in flocks in the distance, and stood on possibly the tallest structure on the playground.
You held onto your raggedy plush as you sat on the edge of the bed. You barely existed in this world, both your parents had already passed away which caused you to drop out of mid-high school, you couldn't be accepted anywhere and so forth you gave up on hopes in actually succeeding.
Worst of all, a serial-killer lurked in your city somewhere and you were too arrogant to be cautious if they were right in your neighborhood. Well, you didn't have a life worth living, anymore... Why would it ever even matter? And for a second, a part of you within, wanted to keep believing... hoping... and wishing, you just wanted to feel loved. You haven't socially interacted with physical people in years, only seeking attention from men on the internet.
And there you stood, a street away from the park as you suddenly became wary of your surroundings. The street lights flickering, clouds blocking the moonlight, and a howl almost too silent. You hurriedly skulked subconsciously, eyes glancing around anxiously to look for anything suspicious. The news seriously couldn't be getting into your head, the serial-killer wouldn't even be near you or the... abandoned streets.
You sucked in a breath, quite now realizing, you have been trespassing onto forbidden streets in the city. Though it didn't say in the news where the crimes were located.
The lights on the abandoned restaurant down the street next to the park and playground shimmered, you turned your heard towards the restaurant and in the first time in years, you saw the sign 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' switching on and off with its dim colors. Was it being renovated? Is it finally going to make a comeback after being forcefully bankrupt when a child choked on a crayon so long ago?
Entranced, you had a thought. Should you explore it?
You never thought of going anywhere beyond the park, and surely an abandoned restaurant won't have security guards being a pain in the ass.
Someone's watching.
Turn back.
Don't you hear that shuffle?
Listen to me,
Go home.
Smiling at your arduous effort of walking so much in just an hour, you made it and stood in front of the building where the sign still flickered slightly but you could've sworn it was now heavily turning on for a good minute and then turning off or seeing as when you came closer it flickered multiple times and in the end kind of causing a sore in your eyes.
You went to pull out your phone from your pocket to take an awesome shot at the restaurant and you... You frantically felt around your pockets, eyes widening. How could that be? You always had your phone with you at all times and never took it out of the pockets only due to the reason, you have no one. You laughed to yourself in nervousness and scrambled to recheck your pockets, then thinking if you had dropped it along the way.
But you couldn't just turn back, you've already walked this far. I'll retrieve it when I walk back. You nodded at that, besides it'll be a quick snoop around.
No one would ever find you.
You hummed to yourself, walking into the crumbled down establishment that had no doors, the first thing that piqued your interest is scattered drawings laid all over the tiled floors. You picked one up to examine it closely, squinting your eyes you saw it was a... You didn't know what the name was but it was a chicken, the other drawings contain a bear and a rabbit. God, it has been an awfully long time since you've been here which was... Since you were in kindergarten or something, you can't be bothered to remember.
Once you reached the main stage, a shifting of footsteps were heard behind you and you couldn't tell if it was your own that reverberated against the walls. Ignoring it, you got on top of the main stage, feeling highly confident and pretending to act like those animal robots that would dance and sing. But you didn't sing, afraid if there really was someone who could've heard you somehow. You imagined what it would've been like before, when the place was sane and running.
Until you were correct of your suspicions and heard another gentle shuffle of footsteps, your heart started to beat irregular. Now apprehensive, you stood still, halting your movements of robot-dancing.You listened in, though heard nothing.
Oh, you are definitely mentally panicking. Deciding it was best you get out of there as quickly as possible, growing distressed under the minute. You stumbled multiple times now being able to hear that it isn't your own footsteps that echoed; there was someone in the building, someone who was too, running at you.
Your hand reached out instinctively for the exit as if there was a door there, your eyes blurred as the lights in the building started to flicker simultaneously with the clanking of metal, metal? METAL!
You are mental.
Mental?
"MENTAL!" You shouted, shaking your head over and over again, thrashing your every limb at the stranger who kept you locked tight in their arms. Your heart rapidly pounding, almost bursting out of the cage it was kept in, the said stranger grunted and had enough of you as they lunged with you into the moist cold walls.
A rotten scent flooded your nostrils, sweet peaches? No. Copper? You weren't sure as you struggled to wake, your body limped and paralyzed, cold and numb. Your breath is irregular, turned into heavy panting, but you didn't feel yourself breathing. No, you didn't feel alive at all. Am I dead? You thought, you had a conscience, how would you be asking such a silly question? Light. Something shone on your eyelids. Flashlight? You'd dearly hoped it was the doctors finding your unconscious body, left in an abandoned restaurant and hurriedly being taken to the E.R.
You jolted yourself awake by inducing fear, and it'd always work. You glanced around at your environment, the only light-source, you recalled being shone on your eyelids was just the ceiling light. Where were you? It looked like you were in a basement, that had brown (shit-stains?) on the wall, though on close up it seemed to be dried up blood.
Looking below you, it appeared you sat on a mattress. At least, you weren't being restrained.
You are stuck. It spoke in a sing-song voice.
Running a hand through your hair, you felt yourself become queasy. Your eyes are averted from the floor, to a door next to you. Could you really? You started to doubt if you'd have any chance of survival, getting out unharmed.
Isn't it worth a shot?
Yes, you suppose. If you were going to die, at least die trying to live. Getting off of the bed, you snaked your hand around the doorknob, twisting it and to your delight it opened. The other side of the door was completely dark and a slight ringing was heard in your ears. You paid no mind for the obvious warning, instead of walking out into the darkness, your hands skimming through the walls and in front of you so you wouldn't bump into anything.
A light seeped from under a door to your side, you blinked, thinking for a moment if you should keep going or go back to the room you were just in. You went on your tip-toes, cautiously going over to the door, your hand placed on the doorknob. Once again, it opened with a creak.
Your eyes landed in an empty room, just with a ceiling light. You sworn to yourself if you were at the backrooms-
The clanging of metal chains was heard above you .
Seeing now that the ceiling light hanged extremely low to an average room's height, you looked further up fully at the ceiling. Your breath hitched, a body. You could not tell if it was a child, or an adult, but it was surely a body that hung without a head, and there was no blood at all. You gulped down your fear, looking around the empty room, you finally felt a panic attack coming on in and you were surprised you didn't have one earlier.
Turning around to leave the empty room, you didn't want to scare yourself anymore than you already are. Your hands glazed on every wall, being met with an indent, another door, you thought. And like with the previous two doors, it opened with ease, there was no light in this one though.
You stepped in, now realizing you were barefooted when your toes were met with a sticky substance. You moved your toes in the strange substance, and it smelled like copper and rotten eggs. Perplexed, you leaned down with your index finger to get a swipe, trying so hard as to squint your eyes as if you'll magically see what it is. Giving up, you straightened yourself and wiped your index finger on your clothes that were thankfully kept on. Although, why did the stranger have to take your socks and shoes?
Reaching further into the room, your lower stomach softly hit against something, you assumed a table and from the coldness against your fingers it was a metal one. Being unable to see at all, you relied on your hands to feel, roaming you grabbed onto something that fit snugly in your palm. It was soft like skin, trailing down you felt that an object was shot upwards, gripping onto it and to the tip there were five individual... "T- Toes?" You muttered under your breath, taking your hand away from what you just touched.
Scared, you took a step back. Wanting to get out of there immediately, wishing you'd stayed at the park or better yet never even left the premises of your home.
"Ah! You're up, quite to my dismay." A voice behind you spoke, filling your heart with anxiety.
You heard a switch, then, the blinding glare. You shielded your eyes from the light, now mentally slapping yourself as you have forgotten that light switches existed. When the glare subsided, you peeped through your hands and looked down below.
On the metal table was one of the children you seen on the news recently that had gone missing, staring at the body that you couldn't seem to rip away was a dismembered body; the throat was slit horizontally-stuffed with white powder, the arms and head were nowhere to be found, it’s chest to the crotch were cut open vertically and intestines that looked to be pulled, twisted and played with.
Your mouth left agape, snapping your head behind you, seeing a very much taller man grinning down at you. "Don't you like my creation?" The said man asked, tilting his head ever so slightly and sauntering closer. Your stomach churned in disgust and fear.
Trembling harshly, you pleaded a choke cry. "P- Please let me go."
"What's this? A sob? I couldn't quite hear you, darling. Although it isn't what you seemed to be doing earlier, your hands roaming where they shouldn't be snooping."
"No. No. Please, I won't tell anyone about this!" You cried out, your hands resting on the edge of the metal table behind you.
He only watched you drop to the floor, seeing how you gave up so easily after a few pleas, your struggle to breath, the clenching of fists to your chest and tears rolling down spontaneously. "Wanna become art?" He purred, referring to the child displayed on the table. You shot your head up.
"It was a joke." He nonchalantly said seeing your eyes were widened and you were holding your breath. A- A joke?
Angered, "That's a sick joke!" You spewed out, glaring daggers into him.
"No, I am the sick joke." He smiled at you, coming closer to kneel in front of you as he cupped your cheek into his palm. The man studied you, your blushing cheeks (or what he wanted it to be instead of crying), disgusted scrunch of your nose and your teeth clattering in fear and coldness. "You should smile more, love."
You pushed him and he fell onto his ass, never even grunting, his smile just widening to a shit eating grin. "Now that I see it, you're so cute." He admired, "So cute that I won't slice you up, ahh... How cute!" He repeatedly called you 'cute, adorable, precious, small and tiny' over and over and all the while trying to get close to you but you kept resisting. "Please accept me, my love."
Shaking your head, you kicked him in the face, knocking a tooth out of his mouth. His eyes widened and for a moment you thought your grave was going to be on the table, a funeral only celebrated by him. And you shouldn't feel glad, relieved and alive to see him smile instead of getting furious. "You made me even more Bri'ish!" He laughed, you were beyond perplexed by what he said.
You looked at the door behind him, he was in some daydreaming state, however, your eyes couldn't leave his face. He appeared to be boiling and it wasn't out of anger, his smile and the lifeless eyes that held a single sparkle and you were sure that he felt alive at that moment. Did you awaken something in him? Was he going to mindfuck with you, using you and then killing you off. Would you become the body wrapped in chains like a spider would to their prey?
Would you... enjoy that? No. Why the fuck would you?
Your body betrayed you, your thighs clenched against each other like your hands that had once clenched together in fear were now in arouse. No. No... You couldn't, why are you feeling this way? Stop. Stop that. You didn't like this one bit at all, but you thought back to how your life was before you got abducted. Right, I have no one, no life to enjoy.
The man snapped his head to you, animalistically crawling to you and holding your head against his chest in a gentle but tight way. "Ohh, Y/N... I missed you." Wait, did he just say your name? How did he know your name? And what did he mean by he missed you?
"I'm so happy you decided to sacrifice your family, friends, and life behind and just for me!"
"Mmph!" You muffled yourself back, breathing heavily as your chest flushed against his.
You couldn't believe yourself, yet you had to trust your instincts and thought it would lead you to freedom. It didn't, at first you realized the man before you who begged you to say his name once, 'William.' Was madly in love with you and apparently pissing on the floor from dread made him shiver in utmost pleasure and you couldn't lie to yourself that you'd want to take that to your best advantage.
And there you both were, you laid on top of the dead child's body on the metal table and William drooled all over your chest. Peppering kisses and sucking on your skin to leave hickeys and occasionally hitting you hardly, determined to leave a bruise and if he didn't see any, he'd punched into your stomach in scornful anger.
"P- Please be g-.. gen-tle, W- Willi-am..." Why were you stuttering all of a sudden? William looked up, his eyelids drooped and rolled his eyes back slightly in pleasure from hearing you say his name.
"Anything for you, dear." Your ears perked up at that and you pondered. And to his words, he stayed honest, quitting being rough on you and now much more gentle as if he was barely touching you.
"William..." You said, thinking. His face now is close to yours, breathed on your lips, his hands rubbing on your inner thighs. You looked into his eyes, "Please fuck me." Now before any assumptions were being made, you wanted to, having to and you really did think about it for a good ten minutes or so before. You lost your life already, especially a family you've always dreamed of since you were younger, marrying the nicest man who'd treat you like a royal.
Now, you've finally had that. A man so desperate to do anything for you, smiling so wide above you but didn't instantly follow your request as if to see if you were playing around or trying to think of any escape plans you're thinking.
Don't have a family anymore? Make your own.